Trapped

She looks out the window, wondering what the world has in hand for her.

Everything is moving very fast, so fast that she has no time to figure out why or how. All her life was about the next step. And now when she is asked what she wants, she's speechless. She knows, deep down, how she wants to live the rest of her life, but she also knows that the idea can never be approved by the rest of the world.

It's funny, how people ask questions, and judge us silently according to a certain mark scheme they have in their minds. 

She is sick of suppressing feelings, words, actions... She wants to be honest, to everybody, and herself, but she knows she isn't allowed to do so. There are expectations, and responsibilities, and self esteem. 

It is sad, and unfair, how the world is so beautiful, and we are just stuck here, trapped in a tiny corner, doing things we don't even want to do, achieving things that doesn't mean anything if it weren't for everybody else. 

She doesn't need much. Just smiles and laughers, and people. She wants to feel burden-less, she wants to be grateful when she wakes up every morning. She wants to love and be loved. She wants to smile because she has people who care, and them smiling because she's there. 

And right now, she just wants to be home so badly. One more hour.